Turning twenty-nine last August was a pivotal point for me for a couple reasons– first, I realized that this would be the last of my twenties, and there was something about that thought that left me unsettled.  Secondly, as I reflected on my age and impending doom, it began to settle in how I had experienced the majority of my twenties overweight and not in control of my health and wellbeing.  It was a trip to our newly appointed family physician that gave me the final kick I needed to get in control of my life.

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